Your Anger

Why must you wave both fists of lead in the air?

All the bits of bone have been thrown into thunder.

I’m just a bird deep in a grove, with tiny gold feet.

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Purgatory

the road that leads
me to you
writhes & sways
& ripples
a purgatory vertigo
once a yellow brick road

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